Poem by Muhamed Rahal

I loved the Virgin from the look in the middle of the square
You made me a lesson in the darkness of the picture
For green eyes and khazra, they are slaughtered with a blade
She makes fun of beautiful Samra
Your beauty and beauty in the evening seemed like a moon rising from Hjertan The friend
in the tone asking me for advice
Give me good news from experience,
let me explain
I felt sad and sad.
My spirit was broken
Why are you leaving, Zahra?
I have no idea I loved the jacket
and the lesson is that you will be happy
I swear this time we won’t leave a reason
What’s going on?
Did you do it?
I’m not sure you’re excused
You have increased your fame and reputation by ten
And in times of stumbling,
I am broken and hurt